غزل شمارهٔ 312

Glad tidings! to (the abode of) Zu-Salam, suddenly descended safety (from calamity) : To God praise, (the praise of) the confessor of the greatest blessing !

That bringer of happy news, who brought the glad tidings of victory, is where ? So that (in joy), my soul (which is dearer than gold and silver) I may scatter on his foot like gold and silver.

From the King's turning back, what a rare picture established His enemy's resolution in the mansion of non-existence !

Verily, shattered of heart becometh the covenant-breaker : In the opinion of the Lords of wisdom, sacred charges are covenants.

From hope's cloudlet, he sought a blessing. But, To his seeing eye, it gave naught save moisture.

Into the (dark) Nil of grief, he (the covenant-breaker) fell ; to him, in reproach the sky said : "Verily, now, repentant, thou hast become; and profit from repentance, thou gainest not."